Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Off to Find my People

So this is the slightly longer version of the poem/story type video I did on my Youtube....which I will link here: Off to Find my People


 Off to find my people, and on my journey go,
to find some adventure, in places I don't know.

First stop on my travels, brings a people cold and naught.
Trapped in their own heads, finding others to be caught.

Hard to realise that these phantoms with whom I spend my time
Would snarl and mock and jeer me, as they were never friends of mine.

Who are these green-eyed monsters? Who stole my friends from me,
And told me things about them I didn't want to see.

Who are these green-eyed monsters? Who to keep me in their snare
Whisper flattery laced with poison to keep me safely there.

Who are these green-eyed monsters? Who send my sense afloat,
Who giggle, smile and whisper with their hands around my throat.

Who were these green-eyed monsters? Who tear away at me,
And make me doubt and second-guess who I ought to be.

So I'll leave their hate behind, and leave another shore,
And search within the mist, just as I've done before.

And come upon a continent of wealth and beauty made.
To find that all the people here are silent and afraid.

With silent wars a-raging, and littering the view,
Is death and carnage flailing. Was it peaceful before you?

Who say, 'Child what have you done? The battle nearly over,
The victory almost won. You've tossed your flag to the enemies side.

And claimed this fence is where you'll reside, one foot in one camp,
One foot in the other. Time now to choose between each of your brother.'

I'm caught in the crossfire, ready to bolt.
Though it was I who commenced the revolt.

Time now to leave, and take again to sea.
Seems with each people, the problem is me.

And now to see lights shine through the dark.
A fairytale world in which to embark.

Not heeding the warning before now so clear.
Oh! What a time to fall on deaf ears.

Not careful of the fairies as I signed my life away,
Nor of their contract and what it didn't say.

They had promised music, and they had promised joy.
To me, their temporary, human, disposable toy.

The sweet and blissful music, to which I dance for days
Has me blinded by its hypnotic and its dulling haze. 

Eventually down I look and to my horror see
A round and bloody pock mark where a footprint used to be.

The music and its sweetness now sours in my ears.
Curdling my sanity and enhancing my fears.

They didn't tell me lies you know, of that they're true to kind.
But I had found to what I had agreed wasn't what I'd had in mind.

To make a quick escape is vital 'round 'bout now.
To sail my ship far, far away to a distant town.

Brought abruptly to a stop, upon a twinkling shore.
Void of human life, unlike any I've seen before.

For in a pretty mirror maze I stand tall and bright
With a thousand similar faces reflected in my sight.

A thousand courageous warriors ready to face the world.
From me they take instruction, the strong and steadfast girl.

When some small noise in darkness, an echo in the night,
A small stone or pebble flashes across my sight.

A thunderous tinkling music, glass shatters at my feet.
A thousand courageous warriors. Choose they now to be discreet?

Yet here lone I stand and on myself I must reflect.
Was I the only warrior. The chosen. The elect?

A maze once filled with mirrors, in which I once believed.
Hallow with distraction, was I so easily deceived?

To board again my ship is almost more than I can bear.
What learned I from my travels? Found I comfort there?

I sail amidst the waters and declare that I am free.
And if there be a similar people, their quest be it to find me.


And would you believe that that's the version I edited down? The original was much longer with many more types of people. But unfortunately it was accidentally deleted. Yep. 

I mashed together a few poems I had written over a while for a class in college. I like to think of it as my Epic told in the style of Dr. Suess. 

I hope you enjoyed that. I'm quite proud of it. 

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na NOWRIMO!

 So, like life does, things go along at a nice pace and you get comfortable then BAM! Ten things are all happening at once and you're wondering how on earth you ever could have had free time and wasted it. Free time is to be treasured.
  College has me buried under essay writing.
  Work has me searching for it.
  Youtube is calling to me.
  Books are waiting to be read.
  Church takes up time too.
  And what's this? I want to write a 50 000 word novel as well? Hahahahahaha! Good one!
  Seriously though.
  You'd think I enjoy putting the pressure on myself.
 

  Who's excited for Nanowrimo? I am! Because though I have done it for the last two years in April and July this will be the first time that I am doing it in November. That is a daunting thought because I want to do it, but I will have so much less time than before. I think I'm up for the challenge. Maybe. Sure why not?
  I thought that this time I would branch out and maybe try and write a contemporary. So far I've only ever written fantasy- or at least it's the only genre that I've written anything of significant length. I have very little plans made for it so far so this is definitely going to get interesting very fast.
 

Wednesday, 15 October 2014

A Year in Notebooks

This is the one that I keep book reviews in 
  So on Sunday I reached the one year anniversary of when I started keeping reviews of the books I read and I realised that I have read a lot in one year. I started keeping my book reviews so as I would remember my first impressions after reading a book before I was influenced by watching reviews or hearing what other people talk about it. I review every book, every novella and play that I read. It's really interesting to look back and see what I thought of something minutes after I finished it. Of course, the thing is riddled with spoilers but as its just for me that's not really a problem.
  But I thought I would show you some of my notebooks because I have collected some really pretty ones over the years and I just wanted to show them to you... some notebook candy, if you will....
This is perhaps my favourite cover!  
This is so much fun.. you can
 actually do the puzzle on the front!

I love this quote- I wish I
 knew where it was from






 Notebooks make me excited so I thought I would show them to you 'cause I'm cool like that.

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Procrastination! Are you ready? If so, let's go.

  This week I started reading Poison Study by Maria V. Synder. So far I am loving it. It's just the kind of fantasy world that I love to pick up and live in for a while it just seems like such a full world if that makes any sense.
  The thing is that this trilogy has been on my shelves for over a year now and every time
 that I look at them I think 'I'll leave them for another time.' I do this all the time. Why do I do it? Sometimes I feel like I'll appreciate a book better at another time or that I'm just not in the mood for that book now. But as I read Poison Study I know that this is a book that I would have loved no matter when I picked it up.
  I think I'm going to make it a goal to read more books that have been on my shelves for the longest. Wait, what? This is completely out of the blue but I think I'll make a goal to read three more of the books that have been on my shelves for the longest before the end of the year. Three. Yeah, I can do three.
  I'm going to try and live in the book-moment and just pick up whatever I want when I want to read it. No procrastination. Because it is unfortunate when a series that I know I'll love gets put off. After a while they begin to lose their appeal. Which is such a shame. I find myself feeling regretful in a bookshop because I won't get the chance to read a new book for a long time. Well not for long. I'm working through that TBR pile one book at a time.
  That's all I think. Three of my oldest unread books by New Years. A new goal. They're always fun.

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Wild Wolves are Dead

Wild wolves are dead.
They're dead and gone.
They've left us far behind
But other monsters stay here now
To terrorise the wild.

Because now all the trees are gone
And all wild wolves are dead.
Who now are the predators?
They've become man instead.

Fear, threat and danger
How will this predator fall?
Wild wolves aren't dead.
They've just changed shape, that's all.
Emma Fagan (i.e. me)

So the book that I'm currently reading (Chime by Franny Billingsley) mentions that all the wild wolves are dead. At least they are here in Ireland and in Britain. This at first made me upset because wolves are such beautiful majestic beasts.
Why are they gone?
Well, because they've been hunted down. Why were they hunted down?
Well, because they would attack farm animals and small children.
 Right. Liking wolves less now.
  But then I was thinking, a dangerous thing I know, at least, now we're safe to walk through woods alone. Except that we're not.
  Isn't it so infuriating and saddening that what now poses the most threat and danger to us is ourselves? Is other people? People are what now make it dangerous to walk home alone- I mean, that's always been a danger but now it is the main danger. Isn't that sad? Isn't that tragic? Isn't that so vexatious?
  The current trend of dystopian books shows this too. The over-the-top exaggeration of peoples worst qualities and what the world will eventually come to if we don't 'mend our ways.'
  I don't have a solution. I can't fix mankind. It just makes me sad. That's all.